I don’t do these, the happy ones — got two moods and they both sulk. Sunny days are a bit much, honestly. Snow’s rude. Met the ice once. It won. And I don’t wanna sound like a soppy little dog, but I hear my own voice when your name’s involved and it’s — well Embarrassing. You’re such a drip. Sun’s still out and it’s spitting a bit and I don’t mind it, I don’t mind it. Everyone else got the whole storm — I got the last of it. You’re such a drip. You say “two seconds” like that’s a real unit of time. Forty minutes. Still doing one eye. Fine. You laugh before the joke gets out — ruins it every time, still funnier than the joke. Storm’s a big word. I don’t use big words. Rainbow’s a rainbow, it is what it is. But that little tap-tap on the glass? That one’s mine. You’re such a drip. [Drip, drip, drip.] Sun’s still out and it’s spitting a bit and I don’t mind it, I don’t mind it. Everyone else got the whole storm — I got the last of it. You’re such a drip. [Drip, drip, drip] Tap, tap, tap on the tin. (Tap, tap)— let it in. (Tap, tap, tap on the tin) (Tap, tap, tap on the tin) (Tap, tap, tap on the tin)— you’re such a drip. You’re such a drip. [Drip, drip, drip] [Backing vocals softly echo “drip, drip, drip”] Sun’s still out and it’s spitting a bit and I don’t mind it, I don’t mind it. Everyone got the whole storm — I got the last of it, I got the last of it.
